“Don’t shoot yet! We need to be sure who’s inside!”

Devandra’s voice cut sharply through the darkness of the underground hallway. The flashlight in his hand swept across the damp concrete walls. Behind him, Adrian and two other men nodded silently, raising their hands in a signal to hold fire.

“The target’s in the third room on the right. Two guards—one inside, one posted at the door. No visible firearms. But stay sharp,” Adrian whispered, relaying intel through the small earpiece clipped to his ear.

Devandra gave a quick nod. “We bring Tania out alive. We’re not leaving anyone in Revaldo’s hands.”

A few steps behind them, Vania stood dressed...